"In the first round of assessment, there is only one person against you - it is my direct attendant, Naoto Ito." "I don't expect too much from you primitives - 30 seconds. If 30 seconds have passed since the duel began, you can still hold your sword and stand in front of Naoto, even if you pass this round of assessment. ”

"3, 30 seconds ......?" Bart went limp, and nearly fell to the ground.

Cal. Orlando is the second son of Marshal Yuheng, one of the three marshals of the empire, and in terms of status and status, he is definitely the kind of noble person who is second only to the prince among the Yuansheng Wing. For Carl, who is only 23 years old this year, Naoto Ito is his first and currently only direct attendant. Just as Eliza would appoint the first direct attendant based on her six years of observation and testing, Karl's assessment of Naoto Ito was also extremely strict. Before the age of 20, he had already selected a dozen powerful Daybreakers of his own age from among the sons of his father's cronies, and spent his days mingling with them, secretly observing, and selecting the strongest, wisest, and most loyal among them as candidates for squire. And Naoto Ito was the winner of the dozen or so Daybreakers. He defeated all other opponents in the final brawl and was promoted to Karl. Orlando's first direct attendant.

Such an opponent can no longer be described as powerful for a former person like Bart who is engaged in civilian work, and it can be said to be terrifying.

The best of the Daybreakers, the advantage when fighting against the original people is not only a huge gap in basic attributes such as physical fitness, endurance, arm strength, etc. They are battle-hardened, thoughtful, capable, and prudent. At the slightest hint of sharpness, it exudes a dangerous aura, like a beast lurking in the shadows ready to attack.

"However, consider that you are all paralyzed people who can't fly, can only climb. I'm going to give you a very generous offer—" Karl said with his index finger outstretched, smugly, "and Naoto can't fly even when fighting. You don't have to worry about attacking from the air, just defend the ground. What do you think? Simple, right? ”

However, his words clearly did not bring the slightest comfort to Barth. His sweat soaked the front and back of his suit, and the original people standing behind him could see the ugly sweat stains that leaked out of the back of his suit.

Naoto Ito held a sword in his hand, and the whole person was like an unsheathed blade, exuding an aggressive sharpness.

Bart had no choice but to reluctantly lift the heavy long sword in his hand. Because of his neglect of exercise and his arm strength, he barely held the one-handed sword that the winged people could lift with only one hand. Like a baseball player ready to hit the ball, trembling ready for the onslaught.

"Let's go!"

It only takes a split second to determine the winner.

Naoto Ito swung his sword and slashed, and Bart struggled to parry.

The blades of the swords staggered, and with a sharp sound, the long sword in the original person's hand came out of his hand, flew several meters sideways, and plunged straight into the ground.

In the next second, Naoto Ito withdrew his sword with his right hand and turned his fist into a fist with his left hand, and a straight punch whistled out and hit his opponent in the stomach.

"Uhh Uncontrollable vomiting and occasional painful moans.

"The winner has been decided—" Karl waved his hand to the side, "Naoto wins!" ”

This unsuspenseful duel made the other primitives stunned.

"How could it be ......?"

"This ...... It's too strong, too. ”

"Fight against this kind of person...... How could it last more than half a minute!? ”

Desperate exclamations continued to erupt outside the dueling arena.

"Alright, all right, be quiet." Carl clapped his hands and said, "Who's next?" ”

The whole venue fell silent for a moment.

"Next...... Next? Carl repeated, "Don't waste everyone's time!" ”

All of them were silent, and some even lowered their heads silently, like a group of students who were not ready to answer questions in class, and were asked questions by the teacher on the spot.

"Oh, by the way, it must be because the venue is not available yet, so you don't want to come up and fight." As if he remembered something, Karl waved his hand at the two winged officers who had just come over with their weapons racks. The two flew over at once, one of them picking up the retching, moaning first out of the game and dragging him out of the field as fast as he could.

Bart was fainting, his clothes disheveled, his tie tilted to one side, and the saliva from his mouth was stained on his chest. He was piloted by two low-flying winged men, with only his feet hanging down on the field covered with a thin layer of earth, making two distinct marks.

After the two wingmen dragged him out of the field, they threw him to the side at will. It's like throwing away a bag of garbage that needs to be dealt with.

The processing process was simple and rude, and the original examiners outside the venue were once again strongly impacted.

Among the primitives, they were all superior people, and they were the privileged primordials who had some connection with the winged nobles who ruled the empire. For example, Bart who was just defeated by Naoto Ito. Before coming here, he was one of the financial directors of Daoqin Accounting Firm, who had direct business dealings with the chief assistant of the Imperial Finance Officer, and managed a team of more than 300 original people, and could even directly participate in the "Qingyun Empire Treasury Annual Review Meeting" held by the financial officer.

And just like Carl's prediction, he didn't look at Carl before he came here to take the test. Orlando's style of acting was only learned through hearsay that this extremely young lieutenant was an out-and-out gentleman, lazy and lazy, and liked to mess with flowers; And his father, Marshal Yuheng, had a fairly good personal relationship with the financial officer, so it was natural for him to feel that if he was mentioned as the chief assistant to the financial officer, this young master would definitely relax his requirements, and he might even offer the wing-planting index with both hands.

Unfortunately, judging from the current results, this is completely contrary to his expectations.

Carl watched his subordinates clean up the field, nodded with satisfaction, cleared his throat and continued: "The field has been cleared, you must be much more active now, right?" Come, next, next! ”

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"Next?"

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"Next ......?"

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"Hey-" Carl scoffed, "don't you guys play dead, okay?" ”

He glanced at the rows of primordial people in front of him—as far as the eye could see, all of them looked silent.

Karl glanced at Naoto Ito and muttered dissatisfiedly, "It's all because you're too heavy!" Looking at their current cowardice, how can I continue to be assessed!? ”

Ito stood aside respectfully and replied, "It is recommended that you count down, and if there is no one to fight within ten seconds, you can disqualify them all." ”

"Great idea!" Karl high-fived happily, immediately turned to all the originals, and repeated word for word, "Now start counting down, and if there is no one to fight in ten seconds, you will all be disqualified." ”

"Ten-"

"I'll do it." A pure, cold voice rang out in the crowd.

Karl narrowed his eyes, looking through the gaps in the rows of people in front of him towards where the sound was coming from.

In the corner of the last row, a young man in a white short-sleeved shirt and slacks walked around the crowd and was walking towards him.

He had short hair as black as ink, and his pupils were as deep as a thousand-year-old frozen lake. The man walked with a firm step and a calm complexion. As he walked to the front of the crowd, Carl suddenly noticed that the young man was wearing a silver self-detonation collar around his neck.

"Oh——?" Carl raised an eyebrow in surprise, "That thing on your neck...... It looks dangerous. He raised his chin toward the arena and asked, "Is it okay?" ”

"Don't bother." The voice of the black-haired youth was as cold as ice water.

He didn't pause as he passed in front of Carl, and walked straight to the weapon rack before stopping. When the slender fingers reached over and grabbed a one-handed sword casually, a faint cold light flashed in his eyes.

Completely different from the previous outer, the one-handed longsword of the same regulation was held in his hand, as light and natural as a part of the commanding body.

The young man's strong arm swung in the air a few times, and he tried the weight of the long sword, and the blade of the sword let out a pleasant low sound.

Carl showed a look of surprise for the first time, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's your name?" ”

"Shadow Owl." The young man put away his sword, didn't look at him, and walked directly towards Naoto Ito.

The battle-hardened wingman attendant has rarely sensed the aura of danger from an ordinary primordial in his lifetime.

Naoto Ito was surprised, but his face remained silent. He drew the sword from his waist and raised it in front of him.

"30 seconds, right?" Shadowlord asked.

"Yes." Naoto Ito replied.

Karl raised his right hand into the air and waved it down suddenly: "Start!" ”

It was Naoto Ito who took the lead in attacking.

The winged man in the red military uniform swung his sword and slashed, using the exact same moves as the previous one. It's just that last time it only used forty percent of the strength, and this time it used eighty percent.

In terms of arm strength, the former should be 2-3 times that of the former when it competes between a normal winged man and a primitive human. Naoto Ito knew that he had been trained and had more strength than ordinary Tsubasaki, so he tried his best to suppress it in the previous competition, hoping to show some affection to his opponent. Helplessly, that Bart was really a wine bag and rice bag, and he knocked his sword away with a simple blow.

And this time in the face of the shadow owl, this person's every move before the competition was watched by him - the one-handed long sword is designed for the wingman recruits, its weight, density, and length are all customized for the wingman's arm strength and physical strength, and the original person who can easily wield this sword with one hand, at least the arm strength is far above the other primitives. This time he can't afford to be too lightly attacked.

The swords staggered, and there was a sharp sound.

It was completely different from the previous scene, and everyone, including Carl, had a change in their faces.

Shadowowl was holding his sword in one hand in front of him, his back to everyone and his expression could not be seen. However, he did stop the blade of the sword that Ito waved as he rushed in, and not only did he use one hand, but he didn't even take a step back.

"Stopped, stopped!?" The crowd erupted in exclamations.

"That person couldn't stop the attack with both hands just now, and he only used his right hand!?"

Naoto Ito's face was grim - he had expected this opponent to be very capable, but to put it mildly, he was able to catch an attack he launched with eighty percent of his strength, which was not just 'good'.

- We must fight quickly.

A thought flashed through Ito's mind, and he immediately leaned over and pressed it, fighting with the Shadow Owl.

In the case of not being able to fly, the most direct and pure advantage of the Winged Man over the original person - it stands to reason is strength.

Don't say it's the original people, even among the Tsubasa, I haven't lost anyone in the hard competition - Naoto Ito is full of confidence and energy.

Shadow Owl didn't back down at first. Although the force coming from the sword was great, it was not to the point where it was unacceptable to him.

However, as the time of sword fighting was extended, a strange touch suddenly came from the hilt of the sword in his hand.

Shadow Owl: 'Huh? With a sound, he quickly swept away Naoto Ito's sword and took a step back to the side.

"Strange ......" he took a few steps back in the gap between the winged man's opponent chasing him, frowning and flicking the long sword in his hand.

Of course, his opponent will not wait.

Although Naoto Ito can't fly during the duel, that doesn't mean he can't use flapping his wings as a propulsion to accelerate the thrust.

The Shadow Owl simply retreated two steps back to open up the distance, and was quickly caught up by him, and the blade of the sword instantly pointed straight at him.

The Shadow Owl has no choice but to fight. However, unlike before, this time he adopted a fight-and-retreat attitude, dodging as much as possible to engage with Naoto Ito. Even if you have to take the move, try to use your left hand to intervene in the dismantling move, and the right hand holding the sword is only an auxiliary block.

Seeing his way of coping, the original people outside the battle circle couldn't figure it out one by one, and they all guessed that this might just be some kind of bizarre swordsmanship routine - this guy who was full of thaumaturgy at a young age must have inherited this set of mysterious swordsmanship from a hidden swordsman, not only can he directly confront the winged man, but even the logic of the move is beyond the comprehension of non-martial arts practitioners like us......

And Carl, who did not move on the side. Orlando, seeing all this in his eyes, is also repeatedly amazed in his heart.

Shadow Owl has been silently counting the time that has passed since the beginning of the war until now.

5 seconds...... 10 seconds......

He knew that Naoto Ito was not the kind of opponent he was sure to beat, and that the opponent had the right time and place, not only did he know the venue very well, but he also had weapons at hand.

But he knows he can't afford to lose.

He had promised Eliza that even if he risked his life, he would get the Winged Humanization Mark.

15 sec ...... 20 seconds ......

Suddenly, Shadowlord noticed that the opponent's attack had accelerated.

He was a little confused, but the sword moves didn't lie—his opponent was a little angry.

Why?

It's just an assessment competition, is it necessary to be angry? Shadow Owl was a little depressed.

And in the eyes of Carl, who was standing outside the circle, he certainly knew that although Shadow Lord's move was not enough to make Naoto Ito feel tricky, it stabbed his self-esteem.

Before this assessment, Ito had said to himself: "If the young master doesn't even want to waste a single indicator of winged humanization for these people, I can stop them all on the initial field and not let any of them go." ”

Now, on the other hand, the situation of this competition is no longer under Ito's control.

Even if he tried his best, he might not be 100% sure of defeating this young primordial.

What's more, to do your best against a primato warrior - this incident is a humiliation for Ito himself.

If this is an open-ended competition, maybe the physical strength can make this guy lose out of strength.

But no, he only had five seconds left.

A sword is faster than a sword, and the blade of the sword roars lightly, and the shadow quickly enters the sword.

The Shadow Owl must not be stopped by crossing his sword.

Ping Pong Ping Pong –

The ringing is endless.

3 seconds –

2 seconds –

1 second –

Boom –

The sword in the shadow owl's hand was broken in response.